DAHLIA ALDRIDGE
“Dermot?” My voice was soft and unsure as he backed me up against the wall of the bathroom, my pulse picking up at how worked up he appeared, his gaze darkening on me with heat.
I wasn’t scared—maybe a bit cautious, but not scared—because there was something so incredibly powerful underneath the aggression coming off of him. Something that was literally turning me into a puddle of need that could only be fixed by him. I shivered as he locked my hips against the wall and gave me a serious command.
“No.” He pressed his lips to mine lightly before taking me in a deep kiss and then pulling away again. “No talking unless it’s my name.”
“But—”
“I am so on edge, Dahlia, that if you talk about anything regarding what just happened, I am going to lose my goddamn mind,” he snarled, his hands tightening on me.
“Okay,” I whispered, my legs pressing together and my center pulsing.
“Good girl.” He nipped my bottom lip before dropping to his knees, his hands running up my thighs before pushing my skirt up to my waist. I whimpered as he buried his nose against my damp panties and let out an almost wild noise. Sweet christ.
“Who are you wet for, baby girl?” he demanded, his hands gripping my legs in an almost bruising hold. I found myself hoping it would leave marks.
“You.” I swallowed. “For sure you.”
“Good. Now put your hands on top of my head.” His order was low and throaty, his accent growing thicker, as I strung my fingers through his hair and tugged slightly, an untamed look filling his face.
Before I had a chance to ask what he was doing, he tugged my panties to the side in a movement fast enough I heard a rip, then buried his mouth between my legs. I let out a moan as my head fell back and a flash of heat soared over me, his mouth suctioning over my clit. I cried out his name, taken off-guard by his aggressive, direct action, my legs trembling slightly as his thick fingers slid into me. The magma-like inferno at my center had the ability to level me, absolutely wreck me, but I couldn’t ask him to stop.
If anything, I needed more. Always more of him.
“Holy hell.” My moan was followed by a sound of complaint when he leaned back.
“What did I say, baby girl?” he growled softly. “I don’t want any of those fuckers hearing anything but my name on your lips while I make this little cunt come.”
“Dermot”—I tightened my hands in his hair—“please?”
“Fuck, I love when you beg,” he snarled, his accent so thick that it caused shivers to break across my skin. He went back to devouring me, his teeth grazing my clit as he curled his fingers inside of me. I moaned out his name and absolutely exploded on his lips. He groaned and continued to devour me, fucking me with his tongue while lapping up my wet heat.
I let out a sound of complaint when he stood up. I didn’t want to stop like the night before. I wanted all of Dermot, even if we were in a coffee shop bathroom.
I was thrilled as he pressed me further against the wall and kissed me hard, my taste between us making him produce a low, vicious rumble. “Wrap your arms around my neck, baby girl.”
I didn’t hesitate to listen to him, but I did lean forward and nip his lip hard. The taste of blood passed between us, a nearly uncontrollable energy shaking the air around us.
When he undid his jeans and stroked his cock with one hand, my knees nearly broke in anticipation. In that moment, I decided then that it would be worth breaking the rules, and I went down on my knees and wrapped my hand around his cock, the thickness of it not allowing for my fingers to touch as my tongue darted forward to lick the precum that came off the tip.
“Fuck, Dahlia,” he hissed as I teased his cock, realizing how much I loved his taste on my lips. He made a strangled noise as I took him fully in my mouth and gagged. The way he gripped my hair had me deep throating him further, and I felt like I was being burned alive by the wicked undertone of the moment. I had never imagined being on my knees in a public place with Dermot in my mouth, but now I craved it. More than anything, I craved him losing complete and utter control.
It seemed my action broke him as he suddenly pulled me off his cock and lifted me up. I moaned as he pinned me to the wall, his grip hard on my hips, but it felt good. It felt hot and secure, possessive in nature.
“Goddamnit.” He kissed me hard before pulling back. “Your fucking mouth should be illegal. Did you like getting my cock all wet so I can fuck into your pussy nice and easy? I know it’s going to be a damn near impossible fit with how tight you are. I’m going to need you to hold on, baby girl. Can you do that?”
“Yes,” I whispered before a moan came from my throat. The man slammed into me all at once, and I jolted, arching against him as his length fully stretched me. Everything about the man was huge, and being trapped against the wall by his massive body and completely impaled on his cock spoke to such a base, almost primal part of me. I didn’t even feel bad as my fingers dug into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood. I was finding that Dermot and I enjoyed marking one another…and I was completely here for it.
Dermot didn’t give me a moment to adjust before he began to absolutely destroy me. I clung to him as he slammed inside of me like a man possessed, almost like he was trying to prove a point. I felt a flush break out across my skin, and my center began to tighten in excitement as I wondered if I would survive this climax. My breathing was jagged, and when my eyes fell shut, I felt a hard slap to my ass.
“Eyes on me,” he ordered. I opened my eyes and kept his gaze as one of his hands came off my hip and tugged at my shirt. I let out a small yelp of surprise as buttons went everywhere. He lifted me higher up against the wall and sucked my hard nipple into his mouth through my silk bra. I cried out as my pussy pulsed, and I began to pant out his name, the sound of him fucking in and out of me causing the world to spin.
“Who do you belong to, Dahlia,” he demanded.
“You. All of you,” I answered immediately as he nipped my bottom lip and continued to pump inside of me. I could tell he was only getting more worked up.
“Exactly, baby girl,” Dermot growled. “You belong to me. You belong to us. No one fucking else.”